by the dried up stream we slit our throats and dreamed but when the building's burned was there some concerned mother laid in bed what was it she said? gather all your worldly jewels and scatter them like fools don't you make a fuss days so perilous when day is done we'll ride who cares what we find another misspent night we thought we got it right the driver lost a wheel the ice turned into steel they shivered like refugees way down on our knees by the dried up stream we slit our throats and dreamed but when the building's burned was there some concerned mother laid in bed what was it she said?
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